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LYRICS OF A LAD 






Copyright 1914 By F. Scharmel Iris Chicago Translation rights reserved 

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To that patron of arts and lover of Italy 
Mrs. Harold F. McCormick 



Author's Note 

The courteous acknowledgments of the author are extended 
to The Century Magazine, The Little Review, Atlantic 
Monthly, Scribner's Magazine, The Forum, Poetry and the 
Cosmopolitan, of America; The Cork Examiner, Freeman's 
Journal and Dublin Review, of Ireland ; and The English 
Review and Blackwood's, of England. 

The frontispiece is a reproduction of a Eugene R, Hutchin- 
son photograph. The title page decoration is by Michele 
Greco. 





«;T will interest the public to know that Federico 
Scharmel Iris was born February tenth, 
eighteen-eighty-nine, at Florence, Italy. He is 
the first of the Italians in America to write po- 
etry in English. Richard Le Galliennfi, Will- 
iam Dean Howells and the late Francis Thompson were a 
few of the many to express appreciation. He asks that the 
work shall stand solely on its merits. His poems first won 
him favor with John Ruskin, the critic, and Swinburne, the 
poet, — two men of mark of our age. Through these two gen- 
iuses, I discovered that the new poet was an Italian graft on 
an Illinois, — peach tree is perhaps the best word, — though I 
have never seen peach trees in Chicago, — and I then read 
his poems with renewed interest. I did not find them 
Illinoisian ; but I did find in his poems the color and the 
freshness, the inexpressible glowing, almost lucent tints of 
the peach blossom, the warm lure of Spring and of love and 
of hope. The healthful cold of the winter, with all its frost 
pangs, gave beauty to the roseate blossoms, as the busy life 
of the poet has helped to make the delicate bloom of his 
Spring delightful. Life has taught him, that the gift of 
song is a solace, and he says that speechless hearts must be 
sadder than his own. 



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In this little garden of a young poet the lilacs bloom, 
the daflFodils cover the green with their gold, the blue flower 
de luce nods in the Spring wind, and all is beauty and 
simplicity, and at night the lute of the morning is changed 
for the 'cello; the tones of the singer are deeper and more 
sonorous, and the moon comes up, and his moods follow her 
with the tide. His book is, then, — under the sun or moon, 
the garden of a young poet, who forgets the brevity of his 
life and the reality of his griefs in the joy of the art he 
cultivates. You are invited to step into his garden. 

Maurice Francis Egan, 

American Minister to Denmark. 
Copenhagen. 



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PRESAGE 13 

trio of spring songs 15 

the heart-cry of the celtic maid 17 

transition 18 

the witch 19 

canzonetta 20 

vita nuova 21 

weird of doom 22 

redwinged blackbird 24 

the ugly woman 25 

a-burgeoning 26 

canzona amorosa 27 

the forest of the sky 28 

lady of the titian hair 29 

Mary's quest 30 

SAPPHO's LAST SONG 31 

SUNRISE IN JULY 33 

HAD I THY LOVE 34 

THE FRIAR OF GENOA 36 

THE MAD WOMAN 38 

IN ITALY 39 

HER WAITING 40 

TWILIGHT LULLABY 41 

ADORATION 42 

LA TARANTELLA 43 

BALLAD OF LOVE-DENIED 44 

CASKET OF INNOCENCE 46 



VISION OF TWO LOVERS 47 

BIRTH OF THE DAFFODIL 49 

WERE YOU BUT MINE 50 

FOREBODING 52 

LYRIC OF A LOVER 54 

THE LEOPARD 55 

FANTASY OF DUSK AND DAWN 56 

A FISHERMAN SPEAKS 57 

REVELATION 58 

HEROES 59 

HER ROOM 60 

dante in ravenna 61 

beata beatrix 62 

the golden witch 63 

three apples 65 

Miniature Lyrics 

APRIL 69 

scarlet-white 69 

LYRIC 70 

late JANUARY 70 

ITERATION 71 

SONG FOR A ROSE 71 

THE FLOWER SKY 72 

WHY DO YOU WEEP ? 72 

NOTTURNO 73 

INTERPRETATION 73 

THE LITTLE BIRDS 74 

A HEART THROB 74 

EVENING 75 

EARLY NIGHTFALL 75 

A NAMELESS PRAYER 76 

THE VISIONARY 76 

LAMENT 77 

AFTER THE MARTYRDOM 77 



LYRICS OF A LAD 





PRESAGE 

HUSH thee, rest thee, little son 

Upon my quiet breast ! 
My rose-red blood runs fast and warm, 

O sacred seedling blest! 
It thrills the very soul of me 
To hear thy heart beat joyously. 



The marvel of thy magic hand 
(Like rose-leaf held in mine) ; 

Two tiny feet that press my side — 
Thrill in my veins like wine; 

Did Mary ever feel more bliss 

Than I, when my sweet babe I kiss? 

Through solemn vigils of the night 
When all the earth holds breath — 

I feel the life I gave thee move 
And yet I muse on Death. 

Ah, me! what fears a mother knows 
Before the dawn of morning glows! 



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Lie closer, closer, little son 
Against my throbbing heart! 

What is there in the moaning wind 
To make the salt tears start ? 

A dreadful voice calls hauntingly 

With sorrow fraught and mystery. 



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LYRICS OF A LAD 
TRIO OF SPRING SONGS 

I — AT MORNING 

The eastern sky is all ablaze 

With gold and rose; 
The stream holds fair the azure air; 

The south wind blows. 

Hark! o'er the road the thrush glad sings; 

The wood is green; 
The violet with dew is wet 

'Mid sylvan sheen. 

The dawn is glad with melody 

As Spring is born; 
On rosy wings the daylight sings 

Good morn! good morn! 

II — INVITATION 

O, let us go a-gypsying, my Love, 

Through calm, green woods where softly cooes the dove. 

And I will wreathe the flowers of the way 

To crown you queen ! I'll sing to you all day. 

Come, Love, away! 

Come, while the groves are fresh aglow with dew. 
And while the sun of gold shines 'mid the blue. 
And low with love, yet loud with joy complete. 
We'll sing clear strains of gladness. Blithe your feet, 
My Love, my Sweet! 

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LYRICS OF A LAD 

Let's leave behind our sorrows and our cares ; 
Beside the brook her breast the lily bares: 
The wind invites and pleads with us to play. 
Adown and o'er the countryside to-day 
Come, Love, away! 

Ill INVOCATION 

I wonder why the rose is red, my Love, 

And why the violet is blue. 

The rose is red in jealousy of you; 
The violet but imitates your eyes 
And sighs, and sighs. 

My Love, O my Love ! 

I wonder why the lily's white with grace, 

And why the daffodil is gold. 

The lily's chalice keeps your dreams in hold; 
The daffodil, in envy of your hair. 
Is fair, is fair. 

My Love, O my Love ! 



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LYRICS OF A LAD 

THE HEART-CRY OF THE CELTIC MAID 

There were blackbirds in the hedges and sunshine in the sky, 

Red lilies in the sedges where blue rivulets ran by; 

The spring's gay flowers and children — Oh, how jubilant 

they were 
Veiled was the wall of heaven by blithe singing-birds astir! 

What use the heart-red roses, or the azure of the sky? 
They were fair in Love's reposes; my love shall never die! 
A shadow filled your eyes, my dear, I died to you, and yet 
Whenever fall the autumn leaves I dream and can't forget. 

Forget you, O, forget you? — why, I cannot even die! 
The sun has lost its radiance, the lustre's left my eye. 
My heart is tired of longing, and my soul weeps o'er its pain ; 
I turn to east, I turn to west, and see you not again. 

The south wind you have taken and my heart have taken, too ; 
The sunshine and the gladness and the songs I held most true. 
At dawn, at noon, at dusk, Love, I walk the dewy sod; 
My fear is great, my fear is great, you've taken e'en my God. 

What use the heart-red roses, or the azure of the sky? 
They were sweet in Love's sweet closes; would Love that I 

might die! 
My heart is tired of longing, and my soul weeps o'er its pain ; 
I turn to east, I turn to west, and see you not again. 



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LYRICS OF A LAD 

TRANSITION 

Lapis-lazuli is the sea, 

A golden chariot, rides the Dawn, 
The morning twilight rests upon 

The apple-blossoms' witchery. 

The Sun his argosy of clouds 

Sails in the sky; the silver rain 
Falls o'er the landscape of the plain, 

The trees become as sombre shrouds. 

The shower ends; and glowing, bright. 
The rosy colors merge from gray; 
The paling orange edge of day 

Recedes from Evening's sword of light; 

The hill, a bed is for the Sun, 

The stars rise from a silver swoon. 
To dance at rising of the Moon — 

The day was a chameleon. 



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LYRICS OF A LAD 
THE WITCH 

My mistress Mildred, fair and good, 

Is one of that weird sisterhood 

That ride at midnight on the air, 

And brew strange potions hov'ring where 

Are witches' caldrons in the wood. 

I saw her kneel by Michael's side 

Within the church, — he of my pride. 

(The lover whom in spring she wed — 
That night she rose and left his bed. 

At dawn returned a faithless bride.) 

Nine trees grow round the mystic well 
Wherein she bathed to work a spell; 

Round Michael's wrist I found a hair 

That Lilith gave her for a snare, 
Lilith who is the queen of hell. 

My prayers to heaven ascend like myrrh. 
To break the evil spell of her. 

Unto the good saint Anne I prayed: 

She passes in her silks arrayed. 
She who is kin to Lucifer. 



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LYRICS OF A LAD 

CANZONETTA 

1 cannot see the roses, 

Though once I loved their hh)oni, 
'TwoiiUl he too much of agony 

I'o breathe their sweet perfume; 
'Twould be too much of agony 

To breathe their sweet perfume. 

She passed when passed the roses, 
My red rose of God's art ; 

And for her vanished loveliness 
Alone I break my heart; 

And for her vanished loveliness 
Alone I break my heart. 

I buried her in roses, 

My queen-rose of the June, 

On the pine's harp a spirit played 
A melancholy rune; 

On the pine's harp a spirit played 
A melancholy rune. 

So show me not the roses, 

I must not see their bloom; 

'Twould be too much of agony 

To breathe their sweet perfume; 

'Twould be too much of agony 

To breathe their sweet perfume. 

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LYRICS OF A LAD 
VITA NUOVA 

The oranRC moon moves placidly 

Across the purple eminence; 

The thrush spills golden radiance 
From boughs of dusk. Through waves I see 

A nude nymph's phosphorescent sheen 

(Two rosebuds pierce a breast of snow) ; 
From blue-bronze twilight passing slow 

Queen Juno's peacocks lord the green. 

My face and limbs grow ivory- wan 

While angry winds the leaves affright; 

I worship as a neophyte 

The mystic pageantry of night. 

Lo! at the threshold of the dawn 

My soul to newer life is drawn. 



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LYRICS OF A LAD 

WEIRD OF DOOM 

Of wine I've no need, dear, 

For wine is accursed; 
At the wells of your eyes, dear, 
I slaken my thirst. 

The rubies of sunset. 

The gold of the morn, 

The lovely moon's silver. 
The rose without thorn, 

The starred veil of twilight, 

I lay at your feet; 
O, tread not upon it, 

My heart's in it. Sweet. 

In gath'ring the hoar frost 
I trembled all night — 

A maiden inhuman 

Has turned my face white. 

I saw a strange maiden. 
Who moved on a cloud, 

I heard the swan's death-song, 
Love, weave me a shroud! 

O take, ere I leave you 
My little wee dove; 

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'Twill woo you to dreaming 
Of me, and my love. 

Oh, vex not the silence, 

As, quiet I lay. 
But pray for my soul, Love, 

At dawning of day. 



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LYRICS OF A LAD 

REDWINGED BLACKBIRD 

Fire-bearer of the gods! — blue-black — 
With flecks of sunshine on thy back! 
Thou herald Mercury, with flame 
Upon thy shoulders! Dost proclaim 
In sweat and pangs the pregnant Night 
Brings forth the wondrous infant, Light? 

Art cardinal in song's high state? 
Monk clad in garbadine elate? 
Hilado from Ovedio 
Or purple-vested nuncio? 
Fromoff thy wings thou shakest free 
The sunset's scarlet blazonry. 

Nay, none of these thou art, I own, 
But an arpeggio shaken down 
From Song's thick symphony of boughs. 
Where all Night's lidded odors drouse; 
A feathered arrow flaming, bright. 
Shot past the startled glooms of night. 

When sunbeams dance in Dawn's ballet 
Thou breakest through the blue of day; 
A shaft of throbbing crimson flame. 
Flown from God's Hand to earth ye came; 
Darting bewildered woodlands through, 
Unquenched by morning's pools of dew. 



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LYRICS OF A LAD 
THE UGLY WOMAN 

O ugly woman, jewel-hung, 

You are a wanton, drunk with wine; 
Black scandal sputters from your tongue, 

Your flesh, fit food for swine ; 
O ugly woman, jewel-hung. 

You are no friend of mine. 

Woman inciting poignard's thrust, 

Think not, I am your youthful prey; 

You are the body-house of lust, 
A blot on God's bright day. 

Woman inciting poignard's thrust. 
Turn, turn those eyes away. 

O jeweled parrot, garrulous, 

You are no blossom of the spring; 

Your touch is slimy, venomous, 
As any unclean thing; 

O jeweled parrot, garrulous, 
Cease, cease, your passioning. 



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LYRICS OF A LAD 

A-BURGEONING. 

At dawn of day 

Pearl-pale narcissi say, 

"Fair was a youth one far-off May;" 

A maiden hears, whose head of gold 

Like a Greek marigold, 

Is aureoled ; 

Oh life begun, 
The guerdon great is one 
Under no earthly moon or sun ! 
List'ning, bewildered, to the wail 
Of one sad nightingale, 
Grows passion-pale. 

She is at rest 

Beside her lover's breast, 

A grave enfolds them, as a nest; 

Two hyacinths their bells shall ring 

In lilac eves of spring 

A-burgeoning. 



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CANZONA AMOROSA 

The rose assumes a redder hue, 
The bee hums softer all day through, 
The linnet pipes, "O, Love be true!" 
Whene'er I think of you, beloved, 
Whene'er I think of you ! 

The cloudlets ride, a fairy crew. 
The sun is fairer to the \'\tw 
The sky is robed in clearer blue, 
Whene'er I think of you, beloved, 
Whene'er I think of you ! 

The flov^^eret the soft w^ind blew. 
Droops low its head with cooler dew. 
The gray old world is changed to new 
Whene'er I think of you, beloved, 
Whene'er I think of you ! 

The rose assumes a redder hue, 
The bee hums softer all day through, 
The Hnet pipes, "O, Love be true!" 
Whene'er I think of you, beloved. 
Whene'er I think of you ! 



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LYRICS OF A LAD 

THE FOREST OF THE SKY 

High in the forest of the sky 

The stars and branches interlace; 

As cloth-of-gold tlic fallen leaves lie 

Where twilight-peacocks lord the place, 
Spendthrifts of pride and grace. 

The grapes on vines are rubies red, 

They burn as flame, when day is done; 

The Dusk, brown Princess, turns her head 
While sunset-panthers past her run 
To caverns of the Sun, 

She throws out reins of sunbeams wrought, 
About the sunset-panthers fleet, 

And rides them joyously, when caught. 
Across the poppied fields of wheat — 
Their hearts with terror beat. 

They reach the caverns of the Sun, 
The raven-clouds above them fly; 

Dame Night her tapestry's begun. 
High, o'er the forest of the sky 
The moon, a boat, sails by. — 



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LYRICS OF A LAD 
LADY OF THE TITIAN HAIR 

O Lady of the Titian hair, 

The rowan lips, the beryl eyes! 
Oh, that I were the brooklet, where 

Thy mirrored vision lies, beloved, 

Thy mirrored vision lies! 

O haunting sylph of mystery, 

I sing thee of the risen sun ; 
Of all the lovely things that be, 
Thou art the fairest one, beloved. 
Thou art the fairest one. 

beauteous Lady that thou art, 

Am I but worthy thy disdain ? 

1 break my heart upon thy heart, 

And break it all in vain, beloved, 
And break it all in vain. 



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} 

LYRICS OF A LAD ! 

1 

MARY'S QUEST i 

And have you seen my little Son ' 

A-passing by to-day ? 
A butterfly with golden wings 

Has lured Him far away. 

Oh you would know Him by His eyes, s 

Twin pools of twilight sweet ; ] 

Oh you would know Him by His smile, 1 

And by His little feet. | 

And if you find Him, give Him drink, 

And give Him of your bread, 
And mother Him upon your breast, 

And stroke His weary head; 

And, should a thorn have bruised His hand, 

I beg you, wash the stain ; 
And oh, pray lead Him to my hearth, 

And to my arms again. 

For I would place Him in my bed. 

And close His tender eyes. 
And lay my heart anear His heart. 

And dream of Paradise. 



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LYRICS OF A LAD 
SAPPHO'S LAST SONG 

The rose-gold dawn the mount of amethyst 

Enfolds, and lo! a cloud, day's harbinger, 
Issues in joy from Heaven's gate. Oh, list! 

Hear'st thou soft rainbow songs and the vague stir 
Of myriad wings of dawn-awakened birds? 

Sweet the green silence of the plain divine 
Reflected in the eyes of waiting herds. 

Soon, like a boy the sun will laugh and shine; 
Sweet is earth's beauty — sweet to me to-day; 

I feel a thrill that ne'er before I've felt; 
The breeze my glowing brow cools in its play. 

And soothes in alms the wounds the Fates have dealt. 

Upon a flowery brink alone I stand ; 

The murm'ring sea responds to my despair; 
Why was it when, in passion, o'er the land. 

Nature to me was dead? Ah, me! how fair 
All things appear when from new eyes we gaze — 

New eyes made clear by tears of bitter salt! 
And so the poet sings of joy supreme 

While in his heart bleak sorrow makes assault; 
He stands without the crowd, praising the scheme 

Of the high dawn — he stands and sings and dies; 
So o'er my heart a iialmy peace now strays 

And blows the ashes from my passion's sighs. 



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Now the gods' eyes search through my soul's deep woe; 

Shaken in twih'ght purple-gray I see 
The rosy and the orange apples glow 

Like mellow lamps amid the leaves of green. 
While merry warblers 'mid glad leaves entwine 

Entrancing notes of golden melody, 
Deep through the woodland crystal brooks on-flow 

Like maids exulting in the sylvan sheen ; 
Rest, peace and quiet reign throughout the wood; 

Shall peace and quiet evermore be mine? 
Soft o'er my head Death draws his downy hood ; 

The trees are dumb; Love, do I hear thee sigh? 
The darkness falls. I die, Beloved, I die! 



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LYRICS OF A LAD 

SUNRISE IN JULY 

The sunrise comes with flame in deep July : 
A herald star rides through the daybreak sky; 
On field and hill, and down the steep ravine, 
A note is heard, the color soft cool-green. 

The azure east is warming into rose. 

The sun his face majestically shows; 

Glad are the songs of morning; downward far 

'Mid dawn's white tents I see the loit'ring star. 

In ecstasy my soul drains melodies; 
Morn bears no shadows for the wayside trees; 
No more the meadow-brooklet holds the moon 
Deep-cradled in a broken, rippled tune. 

Behold, the sky is now afire, full-tide, 
Resembling the warm blushes of a bride; 
A redthroat pipes his flame-touched note at will 
And all the glad earth feels the moment's thrill. 



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LYRICS OF A LAD 

HAD I THY LOVE 

Had I thy love 
I'd make a necklace of the stars for thee 
And golden blazonry of harmony 
And color-rhythm and tone would haunt my lays 
Like rippling brooks singing through summer days; 
The low-voiced wind a captive I would make 
And let it labor for thy dear, sweet sake ; 
I'd steal the cooing of the tender dove 
That I might murmur sweeter of my love, 

Had I thy love! 

Had I thy love 
With fairest flowers, — purple, gold and red — 
I'd wreathe a diadem to crown thy head; 
I'd spread a carpet for thy fairy feet 
Wrought of life's radiant fancies joy-complete; 
Truth, love and beauty would but be a part 
Of aught I'd offer; then I'd give my heart. 
I'd gather the fresh gladness of the morn 
To weave a prayer of thanks that thou wert born 

Had I thy love! 

Had I thy love 
I'd tend a garden of enchanted flowers 

Where birds should sing thy name throughout the hours; 
I'd weave a robe of morn and sunset hue 
Embroidered bright in blossom-scented dew; 



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LYRICS OF A LAD 

A twilight pool should prison thy glad eyes 
And dream that they had mirrored Paradise. 
When Night should wing its dawn from out the West 
I'd lay thy head 'mid dreams upon my breast, 
Had I thy love! 



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I. rubles or a lad 

I 111'; KkiAK OF (;|';n()A 

In (icnoa a friar walked; 

()l rv'iy sacred tale lie talked; 

Aloru' lie dwelt, in |)iavei lie knell; 

"Ave Maria, Ave Maria!" 
I'roin dawt) till dusk lie saii^. 

His hrtiised aiitl blistered feel were hare; 
1 1 is head hiiriied in the sunlight's ^larr. 
( )m stones he slept, and worked and wept, 

"Ave Maria, Ave Maria!" 
In every blow or pan^. 

Out of his dole he ilothed the poor, 

And every hardship ilid enduie; 

He blessed the incck and mused the weak 

"Ave Maria, Ave Maria!" 
With eaeh smreedinj; day. 

And be|.'(M'd for alms for those in need, 
A kind woid spoke with <-veiv deed, 
With smiicis dmed and led the himd - 

"Ave Maria, Ave Maria!" 
I Intil he passed away. 

Ami is his uctik done? Ah, surprise! 
( )ut of iIk" tomb uheie low he lies 
A peilume blows, as ol a rose: 



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"Ave Maria, Ave Maria!" 
It sings in shade atid sun, 

AtuI Ik- who hrcalhcs it, him if feeds, 
And stirs liis heart to nohh* deeds; 
And one has said, "He is not dead- 

"Ave Maria, Ave Maria! 
Flis hfe lias just hej^un !" 



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LYRICS OF A LAD 

THE MAD WOMAN 

Oh blame me not that his lips were red, 
Or that my eyes on his eyes went blind. 
A leaf am I in a ruthless wind, 

I'll dig me a grave and rest me, — dead. 

Wolf-winds, a pack, 

I dragged by the back 

And loosened them at his door; 

Asp of despair 

Crawl into his lair 

And eat his heart to the core! 

For the baby he gave to me, 
The moon fell into the sea; 
The white leopards of foam 
Said, "Carry it home;" 
So I put it into a sack. 
And carried it home on my back. 

I lit the lantern of the Sun, 

And stole the blue cloth of the sky, 

A cover for my little one. 

I made his crib. Is that his cry? 

Let me run, let me run, 

My eyes grow sad for my son. 

Spear of the world's scorn in my side. 
The grave is deep where a maid may bide. 
Ever and ever satisfied. 

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LYRICS OF A LAD 

IN ITALY 

In Italy, in Italy, 

The oranges hang on the tree. 

As lanterns bright, aglow with light, 

They shine for lovers through the night. 

In Italy, in Italy, 

Oh, life is one long Arcady! 

The moon grows pale; the nightingale 

Stirs every heart, with wail on wail. 

In Italy, in Italy, 

The rose exhales an ecstasy; 

Each humble heart acts well its part, 

And welcomes thee, whoe'er thou art. 

In Italy, in Italy, 

The sky steps down to meet the sea, 

The redbird swings, with flame he sings. 

And shakes the sunset from his wings — 

In Italy, in Italy, 

Oh, life is one long Arcady! 



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LYRICS OF A LAD 

HER WAITING 

Mournful the twilights, 
Solemn the evenings. 
Lagging the hours pass, 
When one awaits one 
That is beloved; 
Night, bring him hither! 

Long will he clasp me 
In his strong arms. Ah, 
Birds sing his praises, 
Stars light his pathway, 
Winds waft him closer — 
Closer and closer ! 

My heart adores him, 
My lips desire him, 
Flame thrills my pulses; 
Faster my heart beats; 
How shall I meet him, 
I, who am woman? 

Long, long, I've waited. 
Though tired, yet happy, 
Had I his warm kiss. 
His fond embraces, 
I'd die enraptured 
Knowing he loved me. 

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LYRICS OF A LAD 

TWILIGHT LULLABY 

Toddle off to Dreamland, sleepy Curlyhead, 
While the Slumber Spirits glide around your bed, 
Wandering with Fancy o'er the pools to flowers 
Through a land more lovely, more wonderful than ours. 

There the skies are brighter; there the days are gold; 
There there is no sorrow ; none are sad nor old ; 
There the birds make music through the morns of blue, 
Singing joyful praises — singing just for you! 

Streams of crystal silver run beside your feet. 
Charming blooms and fairies; lambkins play and bleat; 
Happy chimes are ringing, sweet melodious sound, 
And white-pink laughter ripples; songs of joy abound. 

Journey off to Dreamland — thither, babe, away! 
Winter soon will shatter the happiness of May. 
While the Slumber Spirits lead you to your bed, 
Toddle off to Dreamland, little Curlyhead! 



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LYRICS OF A LAD 

ADORATION 

Come, O my Love, while Sunset drops unknowing. 
Her shawl and poppies on the stair of evening ; 
The golden stars asleep, in silver cradles, 
The Moon awakens. 

An unseen bird sings broken-hearted, silvering 
The dreaming woodland. Pan his flute is playing, 
A wood-nymph thrills and dances with her lover, 
Like two bacchantes. 

Lean on my heart, let us adore this beauty; 
The stars glow on the veils of night triumphant, 
And Echo lies a-dream in groves of silence. 
The reeds are stirring. 

Aurora in her chariot rides, exultant 
In sudden glory from the marge of Heaven. 
The coloring sky is streaked with arrowy silver 
And blush of roses. 



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LYRICS OF A LAD 

LA TARANTELLA 

Italian Folk Dance 
Come dance the tarantella, 

Let's dance it merrily! 
Our feet shall tread the rhythm, 

Our hearts, beat glad and free; 
Come dance the tarantella 

And swing the tambourine, 
What joy, what pain, what rapture, 

O little dark-eyed queen! 

Come dance the tarantella 
La bella tarantella 
The merry tarantella 
My sweet Italian queen. 

Come dance the tarantella, 

My slender sprig of joy! 
The music's happy cadence 

Thrills us, fond girl and boy; 
Come dance the tarantella. 

My castanets clink, gay; 
The love our hearts are holding 

Our lips refuse to say. 

Come dance the tarantella 
La bella tarantella 
The merry tarantella 
Love, be my own to-day! 

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LYRICS OF A LAD 

BALLAD OF LOVE-DENIED 

I saw the maiden, Love-Denied, 
Beside the ocean of the years; 

The heart that beat against her breast 
Ached — 'twas the hive of fears — 

I saw the maiden, Love-Denied, 
I knew her by her tears. 

She found a nest of memories 

Whose birds flew, circling, song-content; 
Along her strands of loosened hair 

Her slender arms were bent ; 
Behind her. Twilight closed the door 

On sleep's imprisonment. 

She rocked the cradle in her heart. 
Wherein her unborn infant lay, 

She rocked it gently, through the night. 
And through the stifling day, 

And ever of a lover dreamed — 
As only women may. 

I saw Death with his iron feet 

The life from her breast harshly stamp ; 

The lover finds her on her couch. 
Her hair is chill and damp, — 

And lo, at heaven's blue windowed house, 
God sets the moon for lamp. 



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LYRICS OF A LAD 

He cries his sorrow to the wind 

That enters through the blinds. In pain 

He falls across the Lx)ve-Denied, 
The unbesmirched of stain, 

A stroke of lightning strikes his heart, 
And breaks the heart in twain. 

And in this world, like Love-Denied, 

Are many broken hearts. Ah me. 
They do not know the lover's kiss, 

Nor love's deep ecstasy. 
Each soul that lives must grieve within 

Its own Gethsemane. 



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LYRICS OF A LAD 

CASKET OF INNOCENCE 

Darling boy with dream-filled eyes, 
Do you dream of Paradise? 
Little cherub! you are one, 
With the semblance of the sun. 
Sweet, your golden curls of seven, 
Little blossom strayed from Heaven! 

Darling boy, your eyes dream-filled, 
Are twin pools by music-thrilled; 
Like a snowflake, you are pure. 
Innocence, your vestiture; 
Than a diamond, you are brighter! 
Near you, lilies blossom whiter! 

Darling boy with joy endowed. 
Have you fallen from a cloud? 
Mary's page celestial. 
Come to realms terrestrial? 
Little sunbeam on the river. 
Bear my praise to God, the Giver. 



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LYRICS OF A LAD 

VISION OF TWO LOVERS 

"Infinity of sky and sea, 
Bring my Beloved to me! 
Winds, winds, invade 
The damask gloom of shade, 
Where we once laid. 

"Ah, since that night 

When to her window, she came forth as light, 

Have I been Beauty's acolyte. 

The odorous jasamine 

Confesses she is mine, 

And, finding her most fair. 

The sunbeams sought her hair, 

And rested there. 

"Sing, sing, 

O birds of Spring! 

Pour forth song's silver on the mating bough; 

That I may meet her now 

Death, Death, kiss, kiss my brow!" 

Lo, from its mould of clay 
His spirit soared away. 

Her waist engirdled was 
With lil'es generous, 



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Her brow was star-endowed, 

She floated on a cloud 

Of daffodil and rose and amethyst; 

Of vapor was her mantled robe of mist. 

With kiss, her lover, where the moon kept gate, 

I saw her consecrate. 

Above God's blue, starred canopy of sky, 

With answering sigh for sigh. 

The lovers sat, until the Dawn rode by. 



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LYRICS OF A LAD 
BIRTH OF THE DAFFODIL 

The sun went down behind the hill 

Enwrapped in azure haze, 
And took with him against their will 

His little golden rays, 
But one, that wandered far a-field, 

Was left behind alone; 
Entangled in the waving grass 

Its glittering beauty shone. 

Out from the wood of melody 

Two streams of song swift ran, 
The peace-birds piped their minstrelsy, 

The stars watched over Pan; 
And when the rosy dawn awoke 

Close to a jocund rill, 
Lo, waving in the green spring grass 

There bloomed a daffodil. 



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LYRICS OF A LAD 

WERE YOU BUT MINE 

Were you but mine 
The moon as halo you should wear, 
The stars of midniji;ht for your hair, 
I'd thread Dawn's pearls upon a string, 
The sun's red rubies for your ring; 
With sunset-poppies on your head. 
The air, as earth, your feet should tread. 
Your eyes should thrill my veins like wine, 
The world I'd give you at a sign 

Were you but mine! 

Were you but mine 
In cloud and rainbow-hued brocade 
Your lithe-limbed form shovdd be arrayed, 
About your torso's lovely space 
A sash of moonbeams I should place; 
Upon your curved lips' wistfulness 
A mouth impassioned I should press, 
Before your beauty — exquisite, 
A lamp of worship should be lit. 

Were you but nunc! 

Were you but mine 
Purged of all stain and base desire. 
My soul to your height shovdd aspire; 
Ah, nevermore your eyes should weep; 



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LYRICS OF A LAD 

I'd kiss and clasp you in your sleep. 
The Hand of God the bow should sway, 
The 'cello of the Nij^ht should play 
Sonorous, sad and tremulous, 
'Twould stir the very depths of us 
Were you but mine! 



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LYRICS OF A LAD 

FOREBODING 

Unclose, Night's purple-petalled rose! 

Reveal the stars that form thy golden heart, 

O mystic rose, the flowering of God's art; 

Guard thou the infant slumbering in repose, 

Across its breast its sleep-numbed fingers close; 

And thus they lie, until 

On Heaven's blue window sill 

God sets the lark, a-singing, 

A-singing, singing, flinging 

Song's living azure; 'tis his lay 

Enchants and ushers in the Day, 

And wakes the angel. Light, 

Whose sword unsheathed, slays the dragon, Night. 

Woe, when the candle of her day 

Hath burned itself away! 

In maidenhood her hands will fold 

In their last hold. 

While wintry clouds, their cloaks of woe 

Will spread before the sun. 

And God alone — Oh, God alone — will know 

The grief of one! 

Her cold and rigid hands 

Will be as iron-bands 

Around her lover's heart; 

O thou, whoe'er thou art, 

Who yet wilt live. 



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LYRICS OF A LAD 

O'er thee will winter, through the sky's gray sieve, 

Sift down his charity of snow ; 

But she, she will not care nor know, 

She will not care nor know. 



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LYNICS or A LAD 

LVKIC OK A I>()VI;K 

Hcc.iiisc I /mkI iIiv I'lircks iiwist fair, 

N(t roses <l() I sec; 
And siiKc lliy eyes liavj- iii«-t my ryrs 

No violets (laiue for ine; 
I liy golden liati has ineslied my soul 
I here is no sun hut lh<-e ! 

I',niavishe<l hy thy mehxiy 

The stream stops, for a spacr. 
Helioltl, the pea((»t k foMows ihcc, 
And tiies to learn thy Krsice. 
The very moon ^rows passion pale 
In j^a/ini^ on thy face. 

1 jj'ivc wy* lilacs vvlicM ye came, 
I heeded not the Spring. 

Ah, with thy hand within my hand, 
What need for anything I 

My heart respondeth to thy heart, 
As 'cello to the strinj;. 



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LY R I C S () I' A LAD 

CroiK liiii|4 upon flic w<-stcrM licifi;lit 

The shadowy leopard, Nij^hr, 

Pounrcs and Krips the maiden, Day, at rest, 

And claws her heaving hreast ; 

The tangled sunshine in h«r hair 

As fire-flies fall adown the air, 

"^I'he savage, panting JM^ast 

ncvoiirs his mangled feast; 

Hclow flic ramparts, where she hied, 

'Jlie sunset flfiwelh red, 

And at the fiendish sight, 

Uay's golden wine turns purple in aflFright. 

A-past dawn's loitering star 
In pursuit of the shadowy leopard, Niglit, 
Drawn by swiff gaIIo|)irig (loud-steeds, in his car, 
The Sun, an Indian An her, aims aright; — 
Lo, from his how the arrow wings its flight, 
And the slain lecjpard tumbles cjut of sight. 



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LYRICS OF A LAD 

FANTASY OF DUSK AND DAWN 

O dusk, you brown cocoon, 

Release your moth, the moon! 

The tapers of the night her wings await; 

Storms, storms, abate. 

And cease to desecrate 

With the unbridled fury of your hate, 

The mottled flags that in the marshes lie; 

Closing its frightened eye, 

The peacock stabs the silence with its cry. 

In gossamer drapery. 

Bare at a breast, and knee. 

The Goddess, Dawn, steps through a garden-close 

And the white rose whiter glows; 

The frail syringa's snows 

Around her, blow. 

And when she wills 

The gypsy-daffodills, 

Beautiful grow. 

Lucretia Borgia fair, 
The poppy is. Beware! 
Her gorgeous chalice, deep. 
Contains the drug of sleep; 
And Death the soul will keep. 
That tastes it unaware. 



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LYRICS OF A LAD 

A FISHERMAN SPEAKS 

Anno Domini, thirty-three 
Oh He who walked with fishermen 

Was man of men in Galilee; 
He told us endless wonder-tales, 

His laugh was hale and free. 

The water changed He into wine 

To please a poor man's company; 
I saw Him walk one wretched night 

Upon a troubled sea. 

And when the rabble cried for blood, 

I saw Him nailed upon a tree; 
He showed how a brave man could die; 

The Prince of men was He. 

And rough men, we, who never wept, 

Wept when they nailed Him to the tree; 

Oh He was more than man, who walked 
With us in Galilee. 



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LYRICS OF A LAD 

REVELATION 

I found you, bleeding, bleeding, bleeding, 

Amid the heart of war's red hell ; 
I tended you, without your heeding, j 

Nor stopped to say farewell ; 
Still I am less than dust the stree':s afford j 

To you, my lord ! 

I'd be your slave, forever, ever, 

Should you but say the word. Ah me ! 

Each precious tie I'd gladly sever, 
And do it happily; 

What time I'd bear j'our babe behind my heart, 

Of you a part ! 

All night, all night, the wind went sighing ^ 

Your haunting name, my dear, my dear; j 

At dawn I woke, a-crying, crying, \ 
And found you were not near; 

Like a gray gull gray lonely seas above, j 

I seek you. Love! 

1 
And shall my vigil be abated, ' 

And shall I see the Sun to-day? I 

Long have I waited, staunch, elated; 

Strike with your sword, and slay; ] 

Or slay me, lover, slay me with a kiss, j 

For greater bliss ! 



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LYRICS OF A LAD 
HEROES 

Written in Hull-House^ founded by Jane Addams 

Who are earth's heroes? List to the reply: 
A dreamer, hungry-hearted, serving Song, 
A soul that rights a weak soul's burning wrong, 

Such acts will live e'en though the nations die! 

Such deeds in God's great Book recorded lie: 

A mother for an orphaned brood grown strong; 
A noble life self-sacrificed. Oh long 

The list of heroes! None may truth deny! 

Earth's heroes are kind-voiced and saintly-browed ; 
Put by your laurel wreaths and herald horns! 
They pass all burden-bent, the much-denied 
Who live unnoticed 'mid the struggling crowd. 

Their brows bear impress of the crown of thorns, 
These mute white Christs — the daily crucified ! 



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LYRICS OF A LAD 

HER ROOM 

This is the room of her who late was fair ; 

The room is sad, and empty of her p;racc, 

The sunset-window burns, and feels her face; 
Of satin's swirl bewidowcd is the stair. 
And Silence keeps the perfume of her hair — 

Ah, Music's spirit haunts the sacred place! 

Her heart thrilled to a song in my embrace 
My tears are hot for memories I bear! 

White dove, Rememb'rance, on the window sill, 

Whose winfj;s are burnished in ^ray twilight's j2;leam, 
Hushed be your croon for her whose gentleness 
Gave you your song and mc my heav'n. How still 
The room is! What pulsation to a theme! 

Here Speech has found a speech in speechlessness! 



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LYRICS OF A r.AD 
DANTK IN RAVENNA 

His cloak is (liin^i; about liiiii frayed and poor, 
The Florentines have closed their scornful gate; 
The beret on his head folds desolate; 

In the Ravenna street, before my tloor 

He passes, grave and solemn as of yore; 
His face is sad and mournful as his ]r,-A\t\ 
His eyes ga/.e upward as he weeps at Fate; 

Around his heart the bleakest tempests roar. 

I, too, C) Florentine, have heard the knell; 

My eyes have seen the woe, the suffering; 
My ears have caught the cries from sorrow's cell. 

The blood-stained linen of the anguishing 
Upon the pain-couch lies at vesper bell, 
And thousands cry: "O, who has been in hell!" 



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LYRICS or A LAD 

BEATA BEATRIX 

Rosstlti's fuinitintj in the t ol/rctinn of Charles L. Hutchinson 

llcr head rests Ivackward, shut o'er dreams her eyes; 

Ilcr ( licck is j^alc with vir^jiii mysteries 

She foMs a poppy on life's miseries, 
Whih" in her hair the sunset's ^ory lies, 
Her ecstasy is one of Paradise; — 

Love lays his lingers on her spirit's keys, 

Life's harmony thrills into symj^honies, 
She sees the face of Dante — and she si^hs, 

() joy |)rofoun(l ! () poi|j;nant happiness! 

() mortalkind, knowest what I have seen? 

( Lo, in my soul there hlooms the rose of peace!) 
What, think ye, came my humhle life to hless? 
I saw a fif^ure from high Heaven lean, 

Lo, I have seen the face of Beatrice! — 



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LYRICS OF A LAD 
THE GOLDEN WITCH 

'\\\(' ji;()l(Jcn witdi, the tiohicn witch 

Is world-persuading fair; 
Her beauty is an evil cliarin 

To lure you in her snare, 
And she can bind you prisoner 

With but a strand of hair. 

She has a smile that Lilith taught, 

Wherewith she works a spell, 
And he who has beheld her smile 

Has both of Heaven and Hell ; 
He follows her forevermore 

And ever thinks it well. 

The crimson rose a crimson flame 

Unto her beauty, burns, 
The sky in envy of her checks 

To crimson blushing turns, 
And every youth she looks upon 

For her false bosom yearns. 

Their grief for the spell-stricken ones 

The helpless flowers declare; 
The poppy, regal Horgia, said : 

"I'll rid her of her snare; 
The poison that is in my cup 

Shall drug her imaware." 

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LYRICS OF A LAD 

But when with her sweet loveliness 
And her gold hair she came, 

The flowers that were to vengeance vowed 
Her worshipers became ; 

Enchanted winds and birds and streams 
Sang but her name, her name. 

Oh, gaze not on the golden witch. 

Nor on her golden hair; 
Drain not the red rose of her mouth. 

Press not her bosom fair; 
Her golden hair's a golden net, 

To prison your despair. 



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LYRICS OF A LAD 

THREE APPLES 

I who am Giver of Life 
Out of the cradle of dawn 
Bring you this infant of song. — 
He has a golden tongue 
And wings upon his feet. 

The apple of silver he holds 

Once lay at the breast of the moon ; 

I give him an apple of gold — 

'Twas forged in the fires of the sun; 

This apple of copper I give 

That Sunset concealed in her hair. 

When from the husk of dusk I shake the stars, 
Down slumber's vine I'll send him dreams in dew, 
And peace will overtake him like a song, 
Like thoughts of love invade a lover's mind. 
The spear-scars of the red world he will wear 
As women in their hair may wear a rose. 

On the rosary of his days 
He will say a prayer for your sake; 
The hounds-o'-wonder will lie at his side, 
And lick the dust-o'-the-world from his feet. 

The apple of silver will work him a charm 
When under his pillow he lays it at night; 



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LYRICS OF A LAD 

The apple of copper will warm his heart 
When a heart he loves grows cold on his own ; 
The apple of gold will teach him a song 
For children to sing when he blows on a reed ; 
The dew will hear and run to the sun, 
The sun will whisper it in my ear, 
And you, being dead, the song will hear. 



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MINIATURE LYRICS 



MINIATURE LYRICS 



APRIL 

I loved her more than moon or sun — 
There is no moon or sun for me; 

Of lovely things to look upon, 
The loveliest was she. 

She does not hear me, though I sing — 
And, oh, my heart is like to break! 

The world awakens with the Spring, 
But she — she does not wake! 



SCARLET— WHITE 

{Struck at the double standard.) 
The woman who is scarlet now 

Was soul of whiteness yesterday; 
A void is she wherein a man 

May leave his lust to-day. 

'Twas with the kiss Iscariot 

A traitor bore her heart away; 

Her body now is leased by men 
Who kneel at church to pray. 



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LYRICS OF A LAD 

LYRIC 

The lyric has a heart of flame 
And wings of fire; 

The soul, a lyric, flutters high 
And ever higher. 



LATE JANUARY 

The frozen streams in agony are praying; 

Through the red twilight their wind-whispers creep ; 
While from each bough, in the late day flush graying, 

Down droppeth sleep. 

In mournful rhythm snowsifts are descending; 

Through broken cloudracks winds the hill-tops plow; 
In the deep valley, chanting dirge unending. 

Tall marsh-reeds bow. 

Sheep, thickly huddled, on the hillsides shiver; 

The prostrate pastures lifeless, wait, all bare; 
Night: and from house-roofs, like white smoke forever, 

Upriseth prayer. 



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LYRICS OF A LAD 
SONG FOR A ROSE 

The rose to you is but a rose, 

To me, it is the flower of love; 
Oh, 'tis the rose alone that knows 

The one my heart is dreaming of. 

The wind the rose's petals blows, 

That close its golden heart above; 
The rose, with passion redder grows. 

And drains my heart's crimson thereof. 

Oh, 'tis the rose alone that knows 

The one my heart is dreaming of; 

The rose to you is but a rose, 
To me, it is the flower of love. 

ITERATION 

My son is dead and I am going blind, 
And in the Ishmael-wind of grief 
I tremble like a leaf; 
I have no mind for any word you say: 
My son is dead and I am going blind. 



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LYRICS OF A LAD 

THE FLOWER SKY 

The daffodil is in the sky, 
Upon the cloud, the rose; 

The violets enraptured lie 
Along the eveninglows. 

The myrtle blue is risen high 
On Evening's silvern stair; 

The tiger-lilies terrify 
The sunset in his lair. 

The marsh-born flags of purple dye 
The minstrel eveninglows — 

The daffodil is in the sky, 
Upon the cloud, the rose. 



WHY DO YOU WEEP? 

"Why do you weep, O maid?" 

I asked in sympathy. 
"Is it for sorrow past, 

Or sorrow yet to be?" 

"Oh ask me not," she said, 

"His eyes were like the sea- 

They laid him in the earth. 
And broke the heart of me." 



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LYRICS OF A LAD 
NOTTURNO 

Upon the Sunset's heart 

The Dusk has wept her tears ; 
Love, must we live apart, 

Through all the years ? 

The stars burn, — candles bright 
Lit round pale Twilight's bier; — 

The Moon grieves night by night, 
You are not here! 

The Night communes with Death 

And drains the heart thereof; 
I feel a ghost-chill breath; 

Is it you, my Love? 

INTERPRETATION 

They say my heart is light with joy; I sing 
And all proclaim I have a heart most gay. 

My heart is winter though my songs are spring; 
None know the suffering I bear each day ; 

Yet hearts that listen speechless, without moan, 

I know must be still sadder than my own. 



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LYRICS OF A LAD 

THE LITTLE BIRDS 

The sky is like a nun in gray; 

A host ensilvered is the moon ; 

The white birds fly, adown the sky 

They make of memory a rune. 

They flutter on, these restless birds; 

So pale their wings against my hair; 
The trees are white; while in their flight 

The little birds go everywhere. 

The weary birds with breezes played 
Until the wizard sun of red 

Shot arrows gold amid their fold. 
Alas! the little birds are dead. 

A HEART-THROB 

I am a-weary as the wind 

That wails through graveyard beeches sere. 
Or like an orphan-bird, sea-blown, 
That finds no cheer. 

Oh, would to-night a star might lead 
This wayworn pilgrim to His feet; 

I'd weep my heart still, in His sight, 
And rest complete. 

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LYRICS OF A LAD 

EVENING 

Spirit of Evening, furl your wings of light! 
Weep for the Dusk-slain Twilight on your breast; 
From sunset-fires arise the stars of night, 
The moon, a babe, in pools is rocked to rest. 

EARLY NIGHTFALL 

The pale Day drowses on the western steep, 
The toiler faints along the marge of sleep. 
Within the sunset-press, incarnadine, 
The Sun, a peasant, tramples out his wine. 

Ah, scattered gold rests on the twilight-streams, 
The poppy opes her scarlet purse of dreams; 
Night, with the sickle-moon engarners wheat. 
And binds the sheaves of stars beneath her feet. 

Rest, weary heart, and every flight-worn bird; 
The brooklet of the meadow lies unstirred; 
Sleep, every soul, against a comrade breast, 
God grant you peace, and guard you in your rest ! 



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LYRICS OF A LAD 

A NAMELESS PRAYER 

Reach down Thy hands, O Christ, 

And lift this sinking form; 
Thou, Christ upon the cross. 

Still thou life's madd'ning storm! 

Stretch forth Thy arms, O Christ, 

Weary am I of pain ; 
Take Thou my broken heart, 

And make it whole again. 

THE VISIONARY 

He stole the pennies on a dead man's eyes. 

To buy him bread who spilled the gold of song, 
He struck at error; with the right was strong. 

The future shall his dreams materialize! 

God's golden bird, loosened from Paradise, 
Died unbeknown, a-near a wayside inn. 
A breast-wound showed where late a grief had been- 

They laid two pennies on the dead man's eyes. 



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LYRICS OF A LAD 

LAMENT 
Lady, your heart has turned to dust, 

Your wail is taken by the sea; 
The wind is knocking at my heart, 

And will not let me be. 

Your moaning smites me in my dreams, 

And I must sorrow till I die; 
And I shall rove, and I shall weep, 

Till in the grave I lie. 



AFTER THE MARTYRDOM 

They threw a stone, you threw a stone, 

I threw a stone that day; 
Although their sharpness bruised his flesh 

He had no word to say. 

But for the moan he did not make, 

To-day I make my moan; 
And for the stone I threw at him 

My heart must bear a stone. 



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